We got this postcard yesterday. I called the dentist's office this morning and told them that they could take you off their mailing list. I didn't go into why. They are the same folks who sent you the birthday card last year or something. It made me feel weird then. This just made me feel sad.
I cried when I got in the car to go to work this morning. After getting this postcard yesterday and watching the TV this morning - I was ready. I put the music on when I got in the minivan (the iPod, which I still haven't explained to you) and a song was playing that I used to crank up real loud whenever I left you at Georgetown Hospital for the night with Mom. I used to drive home to sleep with Jack and for some reason always play this one song, Sweet Child O' Mine, really loud in the car. The line that sticks in my brain is
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Lately, I've been playing the original version of this song, which is by a group called Guns 'n' Roses. I think it is about mommy and daddy type love, but I always think of you as the Sweet Child O' Mine. When I used to listen on my way home from Georgetown I'd play a version by a singer named Sheryl Crow. That's a good one, too.
Sweet Child O' Mine
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine
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